(Yanyan) My 17th Man (Part 1)

After the Spring Festival in 2012, business at the shoe store gradually slowed down. A friend suggested that Bao Bao open a space in the shoe store to sell women's clothing. Bao Bao thought the store was quite large, so she decided to do it and added women's clothing to her existing shoe business.
She was quite talented at styling clothes, and soon women's clothing sales far surpassed shoe sales.
However, the difficulty of sourcing inventory arose. Shoes were delivered to the store by manufacturers, but for women's clothing, Bao Bao had to travel dozens of kilometers to a clothing market in a neighboring county to select the goods.
At that time, the only mode of transportation was the bus. Once a week, Bao Bao would stuff the selected women's clothing into large woven bags, hire a pedicab to transport it from the clothing market to the bus station, then take a bus to her town, and then hire another pedicab to transport it to her store.
Each sourcing trip took a whole day. Bao Bao was truly a strong woman when she went to source inventory, single-handedly carrying huge bags of clothing on and off the bus, often panting heavily.
I remember it was during the transitional season when the weather was just warming up, and business was particularly good, requiring another round of restocking.
Thinking about hauling a large bag of goods alone, Bao Bao was a little scared, so she posted a message on QQ Space: "Going to buy goods, anyone have a car?" Several people replied quickly, all men. One of them even sent a picture of his car—a Mitsubishi Jeep—along with a photo of the back of the truck, saying his car had plenty of space. His thoughtfulness touched Bao Bao a little.
This man was a former shoe customer; they had met a few times but weren't close, so Bao Bao agreed to ride with him to buy goods.
Let's call him N. He was in his thirties, a local, and he was Bao Bao's 17th man. That day was May 17, 2012. (QQ Space records the time, hehe).
Previously, Bao Bao would always leave in the morning and return in the afternoon to buy goods, but this time they each ate lunch before setting off.
On the way there, he was very well-behaved, and they talked about their family situations. He ran a parts factory; Bao Bao told him her husband was in Chongqing and her child was in kindergarten.
They successfully completed the purchase in the afternoon, and since it was getting dark, they had a simple dinner and headed home.
The first time she went to buy goods, she didn't have to squeeze onto the bus or carry anything, and Bao Bao was very grateful to him. Sitting in the passenger seat, she said "Thank you!" He casually grabbed her hand and asked, "How should I thank you?" Bao Bao was speechless for a moment, and he didn't let go of her hand.
Bao Bao actually understood that a man she didn't know very well who was spending so much time serving her was just looking to pick up girls and was only interested in her body. Bao Bao had a good impression of him at the time, so she let him hold her hand.
After a while, he said, "You're so beautiful, can I kiss you, just on the cheek?" Bao Bao didn't reply, and he drove the car into a small grove of trees by the roadside.
After parking the car, he came over and kissed her on the cheek. Bao Bao let him kiss
her cheek and didn't resist. Suddenly, he hugged Bao Bao's shoulders tightly and kissed her lips, and then suddenly stuck his tongue into her mouth!
It was too sudden, and her lips were taken away in an instant. Bao Bao struggled, but he held her tightly and she couldn't break free.
Unable to struggle, the baby let him kiss her, their tongues intertwining.
The baby's body was like that; after a long kiss, her heart would race, she'd become breathless, and her whole body would go limp.
Men are always like that; when a woman softens, they take advantage, and soon his hand was on the baby's breast.
A little while later, he got out of the car and pulled the baby to the back seat…
(To be continued)

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